I’ve been known to whoosh in
a room filled with crafted writers
dragon slayers and wannabes
and especially those who are having
writers block from being told
this isn’t what was taught in school.
Wearing my usual clown face
it helps at high altitudes
and my yellow sequined cape because
it goes well with my purple boots
I suddenly encounter words of kryptonite
that makes others weak
but not I, the one who can urge
best of hearts to fight
to overcome sharing personal thoughts
and to take back a life
that others have tried to steal.
And in a flash I hear a cry
for help in the distance
not a false alarm this time
so whoosh I go into the night
guided by an illuminating moon
and you count them, stars..
